Letting go and moving on is the hardest.
Little memories still sting and it takes so much
to let the tiny cuts heal.
But the struggling butterfly
that is us,
has finally broken free from the sticky cocoon,
that was us.
Ill not clip its wings.
So Ill paste the tiny bandages,
over the dozens of tiny stings.
And put my big girl face on.
Because that fragile, beautiful winged creature
is worth the bittersweet.